growing up in foster care, you learn alot about life, you learn the real deal, about struggle and fights, my mom first let me go, when i was only thirteen, i never really had a chance, to figure out any dreams, i can remember the fisrt time, i walked into that strange house, i was scared to death, and had no clue what this was about, the night before last, she came home with her man, shed been drinking again, he started to push me around, and id had all i could stand, so i grabbed the closest thing to me, which happened to be a knife, i lost control i admit, but it had to end this night, thank god that it didnt, or i wouldnt be here today, but please will someone listen, to what i have to say, i can remember the first night there, as if it were today, i had no idea who these people were, i still dont, to this day, i can rememebr there names, sharon and dick, the names not a coincidence, he acted like a prick, after three days there, i decided id have enough, i had to leave this place, no matter how rough, things were going to be, only now, do i really see, the mistake that i made, to listen to levi and take the truck, i was no caught in the system, now i was really fucked, i bounced from place to place, my hate too much to overcompensate, in and out of cleo wallace, in and out of hell, the pyscho ward and denver general, in and ot of jail, mountview is the name, of the place i refer to as hell, a detention center in denver, smaller version of jail, i ended up at th shiloh house, in 1997, i truly believed that, i finally found heaven, the counselors there were cool, i remember darron madison, and all the trips we would take, to get our minds of things, although it was rough there, they sometimes used to restrain, if wed get out of control, they would pin us to the floor, lock us up in the "quiet room", while we would pound on the door, until our knuckles bleed, crazy screams, of pain and hate...........
Reason for writing:
this is a true story about my life,,,when i was thirteen my mom and i and her boyfreind "tom" got into a fight,,,,i grabbed a knife and...well youll have to ask,,,anyway she called the cops said i was out of control and they took me to a "receaving home" from there i ran away and stole a truck....anyway...i went to like ten different foster homes after that over the course of FIVE years until i turned 18 i was in and aout of mental hopsitals cleo wallace in westminster colorado....the denver general kids pysichiatric ward....shiloh...mountview...rockeyroad..tons of these fucked up places seriously everyone i would not wish what happens in foster care on my own worst enemy imagine rooming with kids yer age who have molested there little brothers or sisters....pure criminaly minded kids...crazy ...suicidal....everything that you could think of i went to therapy like all day i went toan on grounds school for two years....they would "restraiin" us i would love to explain but its hard to.....god im crying..im sorry if this doesnt make sense btu this was my life for five years.....the reason i went to the hospitals is cuz they say i had splitpersonality....umm adhd...bipolar...its crazy how many things they changed to over the years..i hope you all can understand me a little better...cipher(from the heart)
Birth sign: Aries
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